The Other Reason Women Wanted Daughters Was

I Tell Writers To Keep Reading, Reading, Reading. Read Widely And Deeply. And I Tell Them Not To Give Up Even After Getting Rejection Letters. And Only Write What You Love.

They Sang The Words In Unison, Yet Somehow Created A Web Of Sounds With Their Voices. It Was Like Hearing A Piece Of Fabric Woven With All The Colors Of A Rainbow. I Did Not Know That Such Beauty Could Be Formed By The Human Mouth. I Had Never Heard Harmony Before.

Egypt Loved The Lotus Becuase It Never Dies. It Is The Same For People Who Are Loved. Thus Can Something As Insignificant As A Name-two Syllables, One High, One Sweet- Summon Up The Innumerable Smiles, Tears, Sighs And Dreams Of A Human Life.

I Moved My Arms Through The Water, Feeling Them Float On The Surface, Watching The Waves And Wake That Followed My Gesture. Here Was Magic, I Thought. Here Was Something Holy.

If You Want To Understand Any Woman, You Must First Ask About Her Mother And Then Listen Carefully.